Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Curtis Mayfield to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.